Monday, February 27, 2006

Life is Great!

I got a letter today telling me that I am accepted into the MFA program at George Mason University!

This is my second choice school, first being the Iowa Writer's Workshop. So, I'm very happy.

Got turned down by the University of Utah also.


Sunday, February 26, 2006

In Cold Blood

I just finished Truman Capote's In Cold Blood. It was gruesome at times but very well written. It has fueled my paranoia about someone breaking into the house and not necessarily killing me but just being there in my space. The work was informative and had a lot of information about the town's people of Holcomb, Kansas and about the killers. The book takes you right up to the hangings of the two men.

I also saw the movie a couple of week's back and it made me want to read the book. I'm glad to have read it but am also glad that it's over. I'm anxious to read something else of Capote's. Maybe something less gruesome.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006


Last Sunday night I ventured out to The Mark to see the Nine Inch Nails. The show was loud and good. I was on the floor and it was exciting. I did stay back though because I don't like being pushed around and I certainly don't like to mosh or body surf. They ended the show with "Head Like A Hole" which was great. I was at first confused because Trent Reznor didn't have any hair. He apparently cut off all his black locks. Still good looking though.

Happy late Valentine's Day to everyone who reads this. You know who you are and you know that I love you! :)

Thursday, February 09, 2006

White Stripes!

Well, the White Stripes won a grammy for best Alternative album, Get Behind Me Satan. Anyone who hasn't heard it really should check it out. I don't think it's their best but I love it just the same.

Whoo hoo White Stripes!

:) That's all for now.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Sending Work Out Again

Today I've been gathering up poems and writing cover letters to send out my work again. It's been awhile and there will most likely be rejections but hey, you have to try. I'm sending my work to the Alaska Quarterly Review, The Antioch Review, Chelsea, the Colorado Review, and Court Green. Wish me luck!

Here's a poem for the day, this one's for my lovely poet, Erin B.:

You, a Tentative Title
~for Erin

The sign said Mississippi River.
The river was choppy, frigid.
This is October. This is you on the edge.
This is revolving around some perfect
sphere. You need a loan, you need a vice.
Remember when we had a picnic
at the river? You wore a scarf, I had a cold.
You’ll know when it’s time for a break,
just look to the sky and realize
blue is the default color.
This is your epic, this is your life
coded out on paper, all ones and zeros.
I’ve seen God in your eyes, really I have.
He’s there having tea and biscuits making
plans for hurricane season.
You’ll know when I’m stretching the truth
like a red balloon, just realize Jesus
walked on water. Can you see him in his
gown and beard walking across
the mighty Mississippi? Leaving Rock Island
for Davenport, here where this water
flows east to west. Trailing his gown across
muddy water. On the way down
we laugh, we know that people cannot
walk on water. Yet others believe this much.
They kneel and pray for their souls.
We take it in stride. You, my friend,
are all soul and bones. Rapture in egg
shape. Coffee and cigarettes, always.
This is you in contemplation.
This is my watching you: heavy, curly
and quiet. This is our dream: journals,
corpses, more coffee and equal cigarettes.
Take down all that you desire and reel in it.
Just reel in it.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Kitty is Fine

Hello all,

Opal is home and doing great. Eating and acting like her old self. I'm so happy to have her home and normal again.

Per request of Erin B., here's a poem of my own.


Broken Trinity

Mother, I carry your heat
under my tongue.
I take the vow of your anger,
melt winter in one gasp.

Sister, I lack your courage
to take God in after the storm,
a wet stranger with candy
to rot your teeth.

Mother, we are left here
to dance a hellish jig.
Two witches in flight
descend into the pale,
a patient moon.